@ Excerpt from the Novel written by Džena Andersone, 2024 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2024 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / Demiurge It was the crows that first picked up on what was happening, circling madly above the dark grey roof and filling the snow-drenched afternoon air with their rasping caws. The murder of crows massed above the house where, in a room leading from the third-floor landing, a moss-green Christmas tree stood, inexplicably smelling of euc

@ Excerpt from the Novel written by Džena Andersone, 2024 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2025 Ice Flower Herbarium There was something about the contours of the hessian sack dumped at the side of the snow-covered road that spelled trouble. Vincent saw this immediately which was why he stood stock-still, frozen to the spot at this ungodly hour despite a wind which was so bitterly cold that it burnt his skin. The snow gave off a silence which rang in his ears and a

@ Excerpt from the Novella, written by Džena Andersone, 2023 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2023 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / Chalk Circles Because in much wisdom there is much grief, and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain... Ecclesiastes 1:18 It wasn’t until that very Holy Saturday when Grandma stormed into the kitchen, brandishing

@ Excerpt from the Novella, written by Džena Andersone "Manzev House", 2022 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2024 Manzev House “Hell is empty and all … are here.” William Shakespeare The pointed gable of the irregularly-shaped building prodded the sky like a sword raised aloft. Sunbeams bounced off the quartz tiled façade before hitting the unrelenting walls from which they ricocheted back, doubled in strength. Straight into Gwenda’s face. She took a few steps b